Put your iPod on
shuffle. You must write one drabble for any number of songs (you
choose, five, ten, etc). The drabble can be about anything, but it
works best if it's about a pairing. You have ONLY until the song is
over to write, and there is no skipping songs. The drabble can either
be connected to the song in some way, or simply inspired by any part
of it. Put the title of the song and the artist above each drabble,
as well as the pairing name if it applies.

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I wrote all the things
in the time of the songs, but I did all the fancy formatting
afterward.

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FIVE PERCY JACKSON
DRABBLES

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I) Summer Skin

By: Death Cab for
Cutie

Time Frame: End of
any summer at Camp

Pairing: None

Line of Inspiration:
"And we shed what was left of our summer skin"

**

Percy folds up his
orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt and lays it gently in his backpack.
Another summer gone by. Another summer over.

There would never be
anywhere else in the world that was like camp. It was the only place
he ever really felt at home. Here with his friends. He looks
back down at the orange shirt.

It is more than just a
shirt; it is like another layer of skin for him. It is part of who he
is. Through out all the monsters and trials and quests, this shirt is
what he'd done it all in. It is more than just a shirt.

He picks it up again,
and presses it to his face. It smells like the strawberry fields and
the sand dunes and the cabins and the archery range. He can close his
eyes and lose himself in his beloved camp.

It is more than just a
shirt.

He opens his eyes,
folds up the shirt and puts it in his backpack once again.

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II) RAINBOW

By: Ayumi Hamasaki

Time Frame: After
"The Last Olympian", during the school year

Pairing: Percy/Annabeth

Line of Inspiration:
"No rain, can't get the rainbow."

**

"Annabeth?" A voice
startles her and she turns around. Annabeth is in her room pouring
over an architecture book.

"Oh, Percy, you
scared me!" She exclaims, letting the book fall onto her bed as she
turns around to face the Iris Message.

In the message, it is
raining on his end, his beautiful black hair plastered to his
forehead. His dark lashes are blinking rain out of his green eyes.

"I was just wondering
what was going on with you?" Percy asks.

Annabeth shrugs. "Can't
complain. It's kinda boring."

Percy laughs. "It's
raining here."

"Yah, I kinda saw
that. Isn't it supposed to snow, it being New York and all."

It is now Percy's
turn to shrug.

"It's gotten kinda
warm here lately." He looks at her as he falls silent. Annabeth
stares right back. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the
sound of rain dripping onto pavement. "…I miss you," Percy says
finally.

"I miss you too,"
Annabeth whispers after a moment, unexpected tears welling up in her
eyes. "I wish I could come visit."

"Summer's almost
here," Percy assures. "We'll see each other then." Annabeth
nods, trying to blink back irrational tears.

"If we get a chance,"
she scoffs, "Seeing as how we're always almost dying during the
summers."

Percy's mouth
twitches up into a smile. "No rain, can't get the rainbow."
Annabeth smiles. Percy suddenly looks behind him, his eyes growing
wide. "I have to go, Annabeth. See you soon." He waves his hand
and the Iris Message disappears into air, and Annabeth is left
staring at her bedroom wall.

"Goodbye," Annabeth
whispers to her silent bedroom. "I love you…"

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III) Bring Me to
Life

By: Evanescence

Time Frame: Before
the end of "The Sea of Monsters"

Pairing: Thalia/Luke

Line of Inspiration:
"Save me from the nothing I've become."

**

Thalia sleeps.

Inside the pine tree,
her soul resides, her spirit sleeping.

It could have been days
or months or years or centuries. Still, she can feel no change. Just
this ever constant emptiness.

Conscious thought is
hard. It takes effort to break the surreal calm and silence with
human thought. But sometimes, it happens.

Sometimes Thalia comes
back to herself enough to think about her life as human.

She remembers those who
were there for her. Those who helped her.

She remembers Annabeth,
her little sister in ever real way that counted.

She remembers Grover,
her friend, and guide.

And she remembers Luke.

Ah Luke.

Though the stillness
and the numbness, a pang of human emotion reaches her. Loss. Grief.

What has become of her
Luke? Thalia can't remember how it felt to hold him. She can't
remember the exact color of his eyes or the exact tone of his voice.

He is slipping away,
along with her humanity. She is losing. Losing him. She is becoming
one with the tree, forgetting and slipping further into warm,
comfortable, stillness and silence.

She longs once again to
feel the sun on her face and the rush of adrenaline in her veins.

She longs once again to
talk to him. She longs once again to gaze into his clear eyes.

She longs once again to
feel him against her as she hugs him, assuring herself that he is
still there…alive and well.

Maybe…maybe she'll
see him again?

IV) Friend of Mine

By: Liz Phair

Time Frame: After
Luke's quest

Pairing: None

Line of Inspiration:
"It's been so hard to get it right, seems like the moment I catch
up, the farther you fly."

**

I hate him, Luke
decides. I absolutely hate him.

What a stupid quest.
What a stupid way to prove himself. What a waste of time.

Luke doesn't
understand. Why did Hermes send him on Hercules' old quest? Luke
bets they were pals back in the day.

He bets Hermes would
rather have Hercules for a son.

He goes on a stupid
quest, to get a stupid apple, and all he gets is that stupid scar. A
forever reminder of all the times he's been blown off and almost
died, and only escaped by the skin of his teeth because he is
strong and knows how to survive. Not because his father cares enough
to help.

It's as if nothing
Luke ever does is good enough for him. Even though Hermes is his
father, Luke has only met his father once. And during that meeting,
every time he looked at Luke, his eyes held and expression of pity.

Sorry?

Luke clenches his
teeth. Luke has trained and trained and trained to be the fastest,
the strongest, the best swordsman for so many years, and his father
looks at him, not with pride…but with pity.

"Don't talk about
me like I'm not here!" Nico exclaims. Without looking away from
his wife's eyes, Hades says.

"Do not shout, Nico.
And hold your tongue unless you are give permission to speak." His
tone is cold and clipped, as if the small pool of patience Hades
possessed, now deep on the best of days, was now growing shallower.
"Now what do you suggest, my darling."

"I liked turning him
into a dandelion," Persephone proposes, but then stops, putting her
long, pale finger to her chin, "although that didn't seem to have
much effect."

"Correct," Hades
says. "We must think of—"

"LOOK AT ME!" Nico
screams at the top of his lungs. The throne room goes silent, the
black walls echoing for a moment. Nico's breaths are ragged, his
eyes glaring murderously at everything in sight. "For once would
you just look at me without looking down on me?!"
Nico pleads his tone still angry. "Just listen to me. I'm
your son, Father. Just…listen to me."

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~fin~

Reviews? I'm probably
going to do another one of these because they're fun ^_^ I would
have never come up with some of this stuff on my own if it weren't
for this and these songs. So look forward to my next one.

And I would love you
forever if you gave me reviews.

-Gestures to door-
Behind this door is Percy in his boxers. If you want in, all you have
to do is review –wiggles eyebrows-

And for the guys…
-gestures to other door- This is Annabeth in her underwear.

-evil laugh-

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